My two sons are alarmed by a little red flag at the bottom of my iPhone that reads: 82,168.
Wait, it just changed: 82,169.
This represents the number of unread emails in my in-boxes. The boys seem to think this is some sort of harbinger of doomsday. They apparently think my phone is like a bomb that will eventually explode from all the built-up pressure inside.
“Stand back. Don’t touch Daddy’s phone. It might GO OFF!”
I’ve tried to explain to them that I don’t ignore my email. In fact, I check it three or four times an hour. It’s just that when you’ve been in the news business with the same email for decades, you invariably wind up on every digital mailing list in America.